Suits Page #3

Season #1

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She smiles. There’s a pause...

PHILLIP:

What’s the matter?

KATHERINE:

How did you know I was your successor?

PHILLIP:

The truth? My gut. It told me you were

the only one with the balls for the job.

KATHERINE:

That’s what I was afraid you were going

to say. My gut tells me it’s Harvey.

But my heart tells me he’s not ready.

PHILLIP:

What’s he missing?

KATHERINE:

Compassion.

PHILLIP:

Makes sense. The killer instinct that

makes him a great lawyer is what concerns

you about making him senior partner.

KATHERINE:

Exactly. If the leader of a firm doesn’t

care about the people who work for him or

the clients he represents... there won’t

be much of a firm left to lead.

Phillip refills her coffee.

PHILLIP:

You know, you weren’t completely ready.

And he does have some years to learn.

KATHERINE:

But compassion. I’m not sure you can

learn that.

PHILLIP:

What are you going to do about it?

KATHERINE:

What would you do about it?

PHILLIP:

A man’s missing compassion? I’d shove

it down his throat.

KATHERINE:

How?

PHILLIP:

I imagine the opportunity will present

itself.

INT. HARVEY’S BEDROOM - SAME

Expansive, overlooking Central Park... if this bedroom were

an apartment, it’d go for $7,000 a month. Harvey leans over

a sleeping Lisa, the waitress from the night before and gives

her a kiss. She looks at the time.

HARVEY:

Lisa, this was lovely, but it’s time to

go. I need to be in the office by 7:30.

LISA:

Can’t we hang out a little? I can make

you some breakfast.

HARVEY:

As tempting as that sounds, I’m afraid I

hate to miss a workout, and I really want

to get into the office before 7:30.

LISA:

That’s too bad. I was thinking maybe you

could eat it off my stomach.

She pulls her shirt up. Harvey takes in her fantastic body.

HARVEY:

I guess if I skip the gym, I can still

get in by nine.

INT. NURSING HOME HALLWAY/MIKE’S GRANDMOTHER’S ROOM - LATER

Mike walks with the head physician at his grandmother’s

nursing home, DOCTOR SHRAGER. She’s a kindly, older woman.

DOCTOR SHRAGER:

Your grandmother’s getting worse. I need

to move her to full care, or I’ll have to

transfer her to a state facility.

MIKE:

I won’t put her in a state facility.

DOCTOR SHRAGER:

Then you’ll have to come up with $10,000.

MIKE:

Then I will.

They stop outside a room. Shrager pats Mike affectionately,

then exits. Mike’s GRANDMOTHER (75, frail) is reading. He

approaches her. They hug. Mike sees her meds on the table.

MIKE:

I hear you’re not taking your pills.

GRAMMY:

Because they’re trying to poison me.

MIKE:

That’s nonsense. Doctor Shrager assured

me she wouldn’t poison you until January

at the earliest. She reached this year’s

quota, and if she does it before January,

she can’t count it as a 2009 poisoning.

She eyes Mike suspiciously, then takes the pills.

MIKE:

Now what did I teach you?

She and Mike tap fists.

GRAMMY:

Michael, I’m worried about you. I’m not

going to be around forever, and -- I want

you to stop with that... stuff.

MIKE:

You... know about that?

GRAMMY:

I’ve got early stage Alzheimer’s, I’m not

an idiot. I know life’s been hard for

you, and you went looking for comfort.

But comfort has consequences. You’re not

a kid anymore. I want you to promise

you’ll start living up to your potential.

MIKE:

I promise.

She takes her book and starts reading. Mike sees the book is

upside down. He tears up and walks out.

INT. KATHERINE’S OFFICE/HALLWAY - 9:30 AM

Harvey enters to see Katherine and Louis.

LOUIS:

9:
30. Nice of you to join us, Harvey.

And I see you’re dressed like a pimp.

HARVEY:

My bad, Louis, I was out late after the

huge deal I closed for the firm last

night, and when I woke up, this was the

suit your wife picked out for me.

Harvey casually takes a sip of his coffee.

KATHERINE:

Moving along. Harvey, interviews are set

up at the Ritz tomorrow.

HARVEY:

What? Why didn’t we just hire that

Harvard summer intern douche?

KATHERINE:

I think if you listen to the phrasing of

that question, you’ll come up with the

answer.

HARVEY:

What do you expect from Harvard? Book

smarts, no street smarts. We need people

with balls who can think on their feet,

not another clone with a rod up his ass.

LOUIS:

Harvey, the fact that we only hire from

Harvard gives us a cache that’s more

valuable than a kid from SUNY Binghamton.

Harvey indicates that he can’t hear...

HARVEY:

Louis, if you’re going to talk out of

your ass, you have to remove the rod.

KATHERINE:

You went to Harvard Law.

HARVEY:

I’m an exception.

KATHERINE:

Then find another one.

HARVEY:

Then let me skip the recruiting. I work

alone anyway.

KATHERINE:

I would, Harvey, but all partners get an

associate. It’s just a rule.

Louis, caught off-guard turns to Katherine heatedly.

LOUIS:

What? I deserve that partnership. I run

the lower level associates, my billable

hours destroy his and I am here night and

day doing whatever’s asked of me instead

of swanning in and out whenever I please.

HARVEY:

I have to admit, he does make me sound

very swan-like.

LOUIS:

Watch it, Harvey. You’re not partner

yet, and I’ve been an attorney here two

years longer than you.

HARVEY:

Yet the only skill you’ve developed is

kissing Katherine’s ass.

KATHERINE:

Harvey, you won, shut up. Louis, this is

how it is. Now you two make nice.

HARVEY:

Louis, I’m sorry. I was out of line with

the ass-kissing comment and I apologize.

Harvey holds his hand out. Louis reluctantly shakes it.

HARVEY:

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to call

your wife and tell her the man she loves

just made partner.

(off Katherine’s disapproval)

What? Too far? Come on, it’s my way of

showing there’s no hard feelings.

INT. NURSING HOME HALLWAY/LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER

Mike walks through the hallways. He dials his cell. Then:

MIKE (INTO PHONE)

Trevor, I’m in. One time deal, I want

twenty-five. Take it or leave it.

INT. DRUG DEALER’S LIVING ROOM - NEW JERSEY - SAME

Trevor’s with THREE WELL-DRESSED MEN holding weapons.

They’re surrounded by briefcases filled with cash and

marijuana. Intercut Trevor and Mike.

TREVOR (INTO PHONE)

I’ll take it. There’s a briefcase in my

room with the stuff, pick it up tomorrow.

But you can’t take it into a luxury hotel

looking like a delivery guy. So you need

to shave, get a haircut and buy a suit.

MIKE (INTO PHONE)

That’s a hell of a lot to ask.

TREVOR (INTO PHONE)

I’m not just asking you. I’m paying you

twenty-five thousand dollars.

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE HARVEY’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Harvey approaches his career-long secretary, DONNA. She’s in

her 30’s, good-looking, and would take a bullet for Harvey.

HARVEY:

Donna, clear my day tomorrow. You and I

are hiring a new associate.

DONNA:

Done.

Harvey checks to make sure no one’s looking. Then, quietly:

HARVEY:

Does this suit make me look like a pimp?

Donna holds out her palm, indicating maybe.

INT. DRUG DEALER’S LIVING ROOM - NEW JERSEY - SAME

Trevor hangs up the phone and turns to the main dealer.

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